It took me nearly a week to finally finish Chapter 3. Now I've reached 1/2 of the reading progress of the book... This chapter is full of various high-energy and twists. I didn't even have time for lunch, so I decided to record my current mood first and wrote a page and a half of my thoughts on the book.
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To prevent those who haven't read this book but are still interested from getting the plot spoiled, I won't reveal the plot here. In a nutshell, up to now, the protagonist Stevens gives me the impression of being like a storm cloud gathering before a thunderstorm, a cloud of gathering rain in the era of the Great War. He is both an onlooker and a participant of that era, but his way of participation seems a bit too passive. His mature pain is almost saturated, yet he remains silent. What kind of stimulus will cause this cloud to burst out with torrential tears and rain? As a reader, I am very curious about the following story.
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The lonely mind in the busy city yearns for connection because it thinks human-to-human connection is the point of everything. But amid pure nature (or the 'tonic of wildness' as Thoreau called it) solitude took on a different character. It became in itself a kind of connection. A connection between herself and the world. And between her and herself. 出自the Midnight Library
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